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RENAISSANCE FAIRS.
Hello everybody. I told you a story last year, when I went to Canelli, for the Renaissance Fair.
Well, in Italy there were many, so I had a mail contact with one member of this historical club ( one of the stocks soldiers ) to know the program of the Fairs in north Italy.
I confessed him my passion and amusement for tickling and he agreed with me, telling they realized the general interest of people. They decided to keep on “torturing” victims with tickling, because of the evident pleasure of the greatest part of the audience.
During these RenFairs, many parents ask to put their sons in the stocks and many husbands are used to call secretly the soldiers and ask them to capture their wives, only for the pleasure to watch them tickled like never before!
I personally saw a woman imploring his husband to confirm the guards she was too ticklish for this game and she would possibly die, with the “innocent” husband winking his eye with one soldier. That women was saved that day, cause her little child started crying for the fear his mother was in peril, but not all the ladies are so lucky.
Some boys help the guards, only to have their female friends tickled to the limit, and when, during the show, the soldiers ask the audience if they think the girls are really sorry, the victim friends usually say they think she is not jet.
The rule is always the same: the more a girl is ticklish, the more the audience stop around the stocks to watch her, the more (best part for us) the soldiers try to tickle her harder and longer in time.
This winter I stayed in e-mail contact with one of the soldiers. I can’t say we are friends, but I’m sure he liked to speak and take confidence with me. He knows I have a passion for tickling, but he doesn’t see nothing bad in this. He told me if I like to go to visit them in their next RenFairs, I will be the welcome. Indeed they can help me like I know, if I think to make somebody a funny tickling joke!
And now: this is what happened to me a month of then.
One Sunday afternoon I was having a walk and I run into a girl, which I met at University, many years ago. We started to speak about us, our family, our job. But I was really excited, remembering the time at University. During that period we were friends enough for speak about everything. I don’t remember all, but I was impressed by her own reports about tickling.
More then once she confessed me (just to me!) that she is abnormally ticklish.
One day she told me: “I’m so ticklish you don’t need to use your hands. If you show me a finger and tell me the word TICKLE, I start laughing only at the thought!”. O,M,G! Often we really don’t know the people we are speaking with!
I have two or three other anecdotes about this super ticklish girl, but I don’t want to bore you. The most important thing is that now we met again, we exchanged our phone numbers and we had a dinner with friends, in which we promised us again to spend one day together.
It could be a strange trick of the fate?
In the main time I’m still in contact with the famous soldier. He told me the funny improvement in the stocks show.
I will describe now the complete procedure for female victims, considering that a similar is made for male prisoners, by female soldiers.
Before all, I like to say the village seems to be involved in a strange atmosphere these days. Though the most part of tickling looks not consensual, the women are always willing to accept their fate, in this uncommon situation. Jokes are part of Italy, so it is normal to accept them with spirit.
Indeed a nice girl knows it’s funny to see her tickled, so when a person enters the stocks, it’s evident she will accept all that will happen to her, included the great amount of tickling in front of the looking audience!
Once out from the stocks, I listen to many girls reporting they thought to die laughing. One said she really start tearing for the great laughter, during the feet tickling, or that her friends were crazy to live her going in the stocks, knowing well how much she was ultra ticklish.
But, in any case, none of them pretended not to be putted in.
This is all part of the game!
So for the new season the guards will show to all the audience a fake book, on which they pretend to have completed their studies. So the soldiers must tie the girls like it tells the book, letting the audience do nice and not moving photographs.
The girls are imprisoned arms over the head, ankles locked up in padded holes and shoes and socks removed. Then the big toes are tied, together or separately, but whatever blocked up to a metal bar. Now the soldiers start the show explaining to everybody that their book describes all the Points of Regret.
So the guards MUST do exactly what it is written in the book, starting to move two long stiff feathers in the armpits of the girl.
From their previous experience, the first reactions are always funny. Someone smiles with amusement, someone shows a blink of challenge, someone screams with surprise but some others jump and shake in total laughter.
Whatever is the effect, the guards then ask the victim how much she is sorry, in a scale from 1 to 10, not to have the safe-conduct. And whatever is the answer, they must confirm the regret with the part B of paragraph 1.
So, with the same two feathers, they start to tickle the lady’s feet. When the victim shows to be particularly sensitive, they always spend a full minute singing the book praises and leaving the victim laugh and laugh in front of the amused audience ( and be sure that one minute could be very long, sometimes! ).
After completing paragraph 1, the soldiers prepare the evaluation for paragraph 2.
So they begin a fake dispute. One of them tells the best regret is on number five (?). The other one tells it is on number three (?). So, in doubt, they must control to be sure (?). Soon they explain everybody they’re speaking about the girl’s ribs (!!!), starting immediately to tickle her with full fingers. The guards poke every ribs, from armpits to sides, to see which technique is more effective.
If the victim is mildly ticklish, they try to find the best spot, to ask, in a scale from 1 to 10, how much she is sorry now.
If the girl has been sensitive to the feathers, this treatment obviously drives her totally crazy. So the soldiers go on for a new full minute!!!
“Look!” they say “She is repent more on my side!”.
“No! she is laughing at me!”. The girl is soon reduced to a screaming laughter, imploring the guards she is sorry over the top. But always the soldiers fake not to give weight to the cries, fulfilled with the achievement of the utmost effect.
Just the time to make one recover the breath, the soldiers announces the last part of paragraph 2. But this time they say they must treat a lady with the gloves ( in Italian it means to treat with utmost respect ). So they literarily wear some leather gloves, on which they stuck long mock manicured nails. With them, they lightly rub the girl’s feet, till the renewal of the repent final level.
It is a really intense tickling, and for the most sensitive people it is a new very long minute. If you think that many victims, when captured, are unknown or more often really worried for their sincere inability to resist the tickling, you can imagine what could mean for them a full minute, in condition of doing nothing to stop the tickling of her life!
At this point all seems to be finish for the unlucky woman, totally out of strength. But the soldiers must write the lady repent, so they ask someone a piece of parchment. The guards know nobody can have and they start to reproach the audience, because they are now compelled to write where it is possible.
And where, if not on both soles?
And this years the soldiers are going to introduce the new part of the show. Above all when the ticklishness will be clearly at the highest level, it will be very interesting to pull out some hairbrushes, to carefully cleaning the soles from all the possible dust, before start writing. In the past they used the hairbrushes only for instants, when they made mistakes in writing, realizing all the ticklish woman can’t resist this shot. So they like to submit the unprepared newcomers to a full minute of hairbrush treatment, with easily foreseeable effects!
Only then the soldiers will start writing (with the tips of the feathers!) how much the lady is sorry not to have the safe-conduct.
But the book advises not to free a person with the ink on soles. So, with the help of an alchemist, the guards have a new technological instrument, made by wood, boars coat, metal and other junks.
So they finish the show cleaning the person feet with a mock wooden electric toothbrush.
Considering the previous experiences ( they used it only sometimes ), this moment have the most different effects. In mildly ticklish people it is funny, quite pleasurable. In ticklish people it give rise to screaming laughter. But in very ticklish woman it evoke priceless reactions. This time the victim is normally out of energy, with all her defences completely broken and without any force to contrast the tickling. If you have seen her jumping and twisting in laughter before, now you’ll see her in total abandon, collapsed in the stocks in a state of desperate laughter.
In addition this years all the most sensitive feet was just submitted to the prolonged hairbrush tickling.
This way a full minute with the electric toothbrush will be utterly the coup the grace!
This is the final summery for the RenFair, when a ticklish victim is in the stocks:
If you appreciate a most frenzy, unwilling and unrestrained outcome, you will probably like more paragraph 2 and the work of the hairbrushes, for the violence of usual reactions.
If you instead love a completely helpless, vulnerable and high pitched tearing laughter, wait for the electric toothbrushes and you’ll be glad to be there!
If you like both you are the welcome in Italy at the next Renaissance Fair.
P.S. I’m still thinking where I can bring my old University friend, for the weekend we like to spent together. I promised her, so I have to find something to propose.
Has somebody any ideas?
One kiss to everybody, TICKLEMARICK.
Hello everybody. I told you a story last year, when I went to Canelli, for the Renaissance Fair.
Well, in Italy there were many, so I had a mail contact with one member of this historical club ( one of the stocks soldiers ) to know the program of the Fairs in north Italy.
I confessed him my passion and amusement for tickling and he agreed with me, telling they realized the general interest of people. They decided to keep on “torturing” victims with tickling, because of the evident pleasure of the greatest part of the audience.
During these RenFairs, many parents ask to put their sons in the stocks and many husbands are used to call secretly the soldiers and ask them to capture their wives, only for the pleasure to watch them tickled like never before!
I personally saw a woman imploring his husband to confirm the guards she was too ticklish for this game and she would possibly die, with the “innocent” husband winking his eye with one soldier. That women was saved that day, cause her little child started crying for the fear his mother was in peril, but not all the ladies are so lucky.
Some boys help the guards, only to have their female friends tickled to the limit, and when, during the show, the soldiers ask the audience if they think the girls are really sorry, the victim friends usually say they think she is not jet.
The rule is always the same: the more a girl is ticklish, the more the audience stop around the stocks to watch her, the more (best part for us) the soldiers try to tickle her harder and longer in time.
This winter I stayed in e-mail contact with one of the soldiers. I can’t say we are friends, but I’m sure he liked to speak and take confidence with me. He knows I have a passion for tickling, but he doesn’t see nothing bad in this. He told me if I like to go to visit them in their next RenFairs, I will be the welcome. Indeed they can help me like I know, if I think to make somebody a funny tickling joke!
And now: this is what happened to me a month of then.
One Sunday afternoon I was having a walk and I run into a girl, which I met at University, many years ago. We started to speak about us, our family, our job. But I was really excited, remembering the time at University. During that period we were friends enough for speak about everything. I don’t remember all, but I was impressed by her own reports about tickling.
More then once she confessed me (just to me!) that she is abnormally ticklish.
One day she told me: “I’m so ticklish you don’t need to use your hands. If you show me a finger and tell me the word TICKLE, I start laughing only at the thought!”. O,M,G! Often we really don’t know the people we are speaking with!
I have two or three other anecdotes about this super ticklish girl, but I don’t want to bore you. The most important thing is that now we met again, we exchanged our phone numbers and we had a dinner with friends, in which we promised us again to spend one day together.
It could be a strange trick of the fate?
In the main time I’m still in contact with the famous soldier. He told me the funny improvement in the stocks show.
I will describe now the complete procedure for female victims, considering that a similar is made for male prisoners, by female soldiers.
Before all, I like to say the village seems to be involved in a strange atmosphere these days. Though the most part of tickling looks not consensual, the women are always willing to accept their fate, in this uncommon situation. Jokes are part of Italy, so it is normal to accept them with spirit.
Indeed a nice girl knows it’s funny to see her tickled, so when a person enters the stocks, it’s evident she will accept all that will happen to her, included the great amount of tickling in front of the looking audience!
Once out from the stocks, I listen to many girls reporting they thought to die laughing. One said she really start tearing for the great laughter, during the feet tickling, or that her friends were crazy to live her going in the stocks, knowing well how much she was ultra ticklish.
But, in any case, none of them pretended not to be putted in.
This is all part of the game!
So for the new season the guards will show to all the audience a fake book, on which they pretend to have completed their studies. So the soldiers must tie the girls like it tells the book, letting the audience do nice and not moving photographs.
The girls are imprisoned arms over the head, ankles locked up in padded holes and shoes and socks removed. Then the big toes are tied, together or separately, but whatever blocked up to a metal bar. Now the soldiers start the show explaining to everybody that their book describes all the Points of Regret.
So the guards MUST do exactly what it is written in the book, starting to move two long stiff feathers in the armpits of the girl.
From their previous experience, the first reactions are always funny. Someone smiles with amusement, someone shows a blink of challenge, someone screams with surprise but some others jump and shake in total laughter.
Whatever is the effect, the guards then ask the victim how much she is sorry, in a scale from 1 to 10, not to have the safe-conduct. And whatever is the answer, they must confirm the regret with the part B of paragraph 1.
So, with the same two feathers, they start to tickle the lady’s feet. When the victim shows to be particularly sensitive, they always spend a full minute singing the book praises and leaving the victim laugh and laugh in front of the amused audience ( and be sure that one minute could be very long, sometimes! ).
After completing paragraph 1, the soldiers prepare the evaluation for paragraph 2.
So they begin a fake dispute. One of them tells the best regret is on number five (?). The other one tells it is on number three (?). So, in doubt, they must control to be sure (?). Soon they explain everybody they’re speaking about the girl’s ribs (!!!), starting immediately to tickle her with full fingers. The guards poke every ribs, from armpits to sides, to see which technique is more effective.
If the victim is mildly ticklish, they try to find the best spot, to ask, in a scale from 1 to 10, how much she is sorry now.
If the girl has been sensitive to the feathers, this treatment obviously drives her totally crazy. So the soldiers go on for a new full minute!!!
“Look!” they say “She is repent more on my side!”.
“No! she is laughing at me!”. The girl is soon reduced to a screaming laughter, imploring the guards she is sorry over the top. But always the soldiers fake not to give weight to the cries, fulfilled with the achievement of the utmost effect.
Just the time to make one recover the breath, the soldiers announces the last part of paragraph 2. But this time they say they must treat a lady with the gloves ( in Italian it means to treat with utmost respect ). So they literarily wear some leather gloves, on which they stuck long mock manicured nails. With them, they lightly rub the girl’s feet, till the renewal of the repent final level.
It is a really intense tickling, and for the most sensitive people it is a new very long minute. If you think that many victims, when captured, are unknown or more often really worried for their sincere inability to resist the tickling, you can imagine what could mean for them a full minute, in condition of doing nothing to stop the tickling of her life!
At this point all seems to be finish for the unlucky woman, totally out of strength. But the soldiers must write the lady repent, so they ask someone a piece of parchment. The guards know nobody can have and they start to reproach the audience, because they are now compelled to write where it is possible.
And where, if not on both soles?
And this years the soldiers are going to introduce the new part of the show. Above all when the ticklishness will be clearly at the highest level, it will be very interesting to pull out some hairbrushes, to carefully cleaning the soles from all the possible dust, before start writing. In the past they used the hairbrushes only for instants, when they made mistakes in writing, realizing all the ticklish woman can’t resist this shot. So they like to submit the unprepared newcomers to a full minute of hairbrush treatment, with easily foreseeable effects!
Only then the soldiers will start writing (with the tips of the feathers!) how much the lady is sorry not to have the safe-conduct.
But the book advises not to free a person with the ink on soles. So, with the help of an alchemist, the guards have a new technological instrument, made by wood, boars coat, metal and other junks.
So they finish the show cleaning the person feet with a mock wooden electric toothbrush.
Considering the previous experiences ( they used it only sometimes ), this moment have the most different effects. In mildly ticklish people it is funny, quite pleasurable. In ticklish people it give rise to screaming laughter. But in very ticklish woman it evoke priceless reactions. This time the victim is normally out of energy, with all her defences completely broken and without any force to contrast the tickling. If you have seen her jumping and twisting in laughter before, now you’ll see her in total abandon, collapsed in the stocks in a state of desperate laughter.
In addition this years all the most sensitive feet was just submitted to the prolonged hairbrush tickling.
This way a full minute with the electric toothbrush will be utterly the coup the grace!
This is the final summery for the RenFair, when a ticklish victim is in the stocks:
If you appreciate a most frenzy, unwilling and unrestrained outcome, you will probably like more paragraph 2 and the work of the hairbrushes, for the violence of usual reactions.
If you instead love a completely helpless, vulnerable and high pitched tearing laughter, wait for the electric toothbrushes and you’ll be glad to be there!
If you like both you are the welcome in Italy at the next Renaissance Fair.
P.S. I’m still thinking where I can bring my old University friend, for the weekend we like to spent together. I promised her, so I have to find something to propose.
Has somebody any ideas?
One kiss to everybody, TICKLEMARICK.
